Be With Those Who Help

You Believe God Is Not There, But He Is, Hidden In The Secret Of The Divine Mystery

God Picks Up The Reed-flute World And Blows. Each Note Is A Need Coming Through One Of Us, A Passion, A Longing Pain. Remember The Lips Where The Wind-breath Originated, And Let Your Note Be Clear. Don't Try To End It. Be Your Note.

Be With Those Who Help Your Being. Don't Sit With Indifferent People, Whose Breath Comes Cold Out Of Their Mouths.

I Saw Grief Drinking A Cup Of Sorrow And Called Out, 'it Tastes Sweet, Does It Not?' 'you've Caught Me,' Grief Answered, 'and You've Ruined My Business. How Can I Sell Sorrow, When You Know It's A Blessing?

Listen My Love, Illumination Is Eternal. Now Is Always Evolving. As There Are Billions Of Stars, There Are Billions Of Steps. As There Are Billions Of Souls, There Are Billions Of Ways To Grow.